Anonymous, ’24. Nonfiction / Essay. The second he ducked around the trees and saw what was below, my grandfather knew he was in trouble. James Reilley was a lieutenant colonel in the army; he spent four years in Vietnam during the war. Luckily, he survived, and when he finished his duty, he went on to…
Ena, ’24. Poetry. I open my eyes. I am in the open ocean. I can swim, sure, but I am not scared of drowning. I look down, into the murky void below me. I begin to panic. I fear what is down there, a stingray? a whale? something even worse? I fear what I am…
Nick Nicolazzo, ’24. Poetry. How is it that I’m always pulled by waves? I can’t tell which direction I’m going The same voices push and pull day and day. I’m not able to be free and flowing. It’s rare when the waves tell me a story Calm or powerful they are always there Making decisions…
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